Sheer silence echoed her minds
Cold fingers grabbed at her throat
"Shh.. it's okay. You're all alone. I told you I'll be the only one."
Smoke filled her lungs
As it whirled around her
A wild scream
Yet full of tales
The voiced craked as she gasped for air
Squeezing her eyes shut she tried to breath
Caught a glimpse
A whiff of something sweet
There she stood, her wings spread wide
She would never see herself like that
The salty drop ran down her cheek
Fingers longing to grab on
A hard pull made her fall
Her void eyes searched for the light
Curled up against the cold wall
Her mind choked her heart
Of memories, songs
Of long gone warmth
She turned around to realise she was in her old room
A similar face lay next to her
A sweet smile that made her weak at knees
His eyes opened to reveal red
Smiled turned crooked
She bit her lips
Trying to move
A screams caught in her throat
A gasp escaped her lips
Her chest heaved, it's heaviness pulling her down
As she blinked to stare at her warm eyes
Her finger tangled in her hair
Warmth filled her as she cupped her cheeks "You're stronger than you think"
A growl next to my ears
Grabed her closer "Don't go"
"You can do it on your own. You have to." Once again the smoke grabbed at her throat
Her fingers ached as she tried to pull away
Her bleeding hands grew stronger while her eyes filled with rage
Staring right into its eyes
For long has she been waiting
For this strength
That was buried in her
The feathers brushed against her skin as it lifted
It's light was blinding
It made flowers bloom
Her wings fluttered
And the smoke faded
A black feather grazed her fingers
Her hair embraced it
As she brushed it
To not forget where she came from
The lights healed the wound
Yet the scars where left
To show what she fought for
To get back who she was.
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The concept of ‘familiars’ has existed in British folklore for many hundreds of years. #familiars are animals (some say animal-shaped spirits) that serve a #witch in various ways, whether as servants, messengers or even spies. Historical accounts of #witchcraft make mention of familiars; such animals have been credited with supernatural gifts, and even believed to be #demons (or the #devil himself) in disguise.
Song Title: Demons
Writer: Imagine Dragons
Album: Night Visions
I've wanted to put this song for a friend of mine who really likes it, 'cause she has been very sick recently
Sleep Goal – Just have a few #dreams and remember them. My #sleep has been thrown off between the long #roadtrip and all the festivities this past weekend.
Sleep Primer – @magiccityatlanta
Sleep Aid – Silence
Sleep Time – 3 AMish
Wake Time(s) – 6:15 AM
1 – I had a #wild#hallucination where I could see the #stormtrooper#statue in my big bro’s apartment changing faces. The faces got scarier and scarier. The only way to describe these faces is something between #demons and #chinese#dragons.
2 – I was walking through a large apartment complex getting ready to hangout with my ex-wife. Once again, she made it into another damn dream. I first was going to pickup my socks that were randomly on the ground. A bunch of #white#people were looking at me strange like I did not belong in their neighborhood. Out of nowhere these cops yelled over loud speakers for everyone to freeze and that they were looking for a suspect involved in a robbery. I immediately began running for the fences to escape and not have to answer any questions.
3 – I ran into this strip of restaurants. I was going to use the bathroom really quick inside of one of the places but there was a long line. I decided to keep walking through a hallway to another area. I saw women in the air doing #trapeze#acrobatics One of the ladies was superbly #beautiful I started to walk over and talk to the #pretty#redbone but I was blocked abruptly by another guy that was also trying to talk to her.
4 – I walked into the #mentalhealth counseling center I was going to for a while to tell them I was moving to another state and would not be able to continue going. One of the young white female caseworkers there gave me a pen and paper to write my forwarding information down. She got really close and put her face next to mine so I knew she was interested in me.
5 – I was at the mental health counseling center eating lunch with the group. The lunchroom slightly felt like a prison with a bunch of long tables. They put a bunch of #yummy appetizers out for us to eat. I made sure to grab the #chicken strips before they were all gone... continue reading at aaronjyancey.com/diary